@CalvinAndHobo , my go to resource when travelling out of state with a firearm is https://www.handgunlaw.us/ . I used to print out the documents for each state I would be travelling thru, and note which states had a Duty to Inform requirement. I've only once been pulled over while carrying, in SD, which doesn't have a Duty to Inform requirement, so I did not inform. My personal belief is, since I have no intention of shooting a police officer, or being shot by one, the firearm is a non-issue, and is best left out of the interaction. I have heard credible stories of people being disarmed by the officer, who may not be familiar with the particular firearm model. Not all police are "gun guys". Also, if being disarmed, the officer will most likely tell you not to touch the firearm, meaning he or she will be reaching into your concealment to take it from you. There is serious potential for mishaps during that procedure. I have also heard stories of the firearm being returned in a disassembled condition, while being told "Do not re-assemble this until I have left".
That being said, my plan is to inform the officer IF the situation leads to the officer asking me to step out of the vehicle. I do not want anyone to be surprised, which only leads to increased confrontation. I understand the situation is somewhat different on a motorcycle, but if the firearm is concealed well enough, the situation is similar. If asked to step off, most likely you will be frisked, so prior to stepping off, I would inform.
Just my $.02, along with the link to the resource. I believe there is also a handgunlaw.us app.
Stay safe, and thanks for the great pics, keep 'em coming.
Lost $200 at the poker table. I had a set and he had a flush draw that hit after we both went all in. Just how it goes sometimes. Had some crawfish etouffee that was pretty good, but nothing mind blowing. The gravy wasn’t as thick as it’s supposed to be.
Got a long ride through southern Texas tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep tonight, but at least I spent the whole day chugging water to get ready.
Condolences on your poker loss. I went all in with 4 kings once in Tunica, guy to my left had 4 aces.
WARNING: The above post may contain thoughts or ideas known to the State of Caliphornia to cause seething rage, confusion, distemper, nausea, perspiration, sphincter release, or cranial implosion to persons who implicitly trust only one news source, or find themselves at either the left or right political extreme. Proceed at your own risk.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
1) What's a set?
2) Calvin knows how the consistency of gravy in a crawfish etouffee should be?
3) Glad to see the young fella out having an adventure.
1) What's a set?
2) Calvin knows how the consistency of gravy in a crawfish etouffee should be?
3) Glad to see the young fella out having an adventure.
1) Three of a kind. I had 3 jacks when I lost.
2) I friggin looooove Cajun food. I can’t cook it at all, but I’ve tried and failed many times.
3) I wonder how old I have to become to not be the young fella? I don’t mind the monicker or anything, but I don’t feel like a youngster anymore. My back hurts.
Calvin, I think you'll always be a young fella to us old farts around here just like my kids who are now in their twenties and thirties will always be kids.
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@Yakster said:
Calvin, I think you'll always be a young fella to us old farts around here just like my kids who are now in their twenties and thirties will always be kids.
Well then let me just say, with all the irony in the world.
Obviously I knew this going in, and it was the whole point of this trip, but holy hell it’s hot down here. I learned today that deodorant can melt.
For lunch, when researching barbecue, there’s some things I look for. I don’t know if the people who actually live near good barbecue look for the same thing though, this is just my method. In terms of ambiance and location, this is what I’m looking for first.
We’ve got the strip mall location that’s clearly just the place with the cheapest rent, and some no frills signage. Not only that, but this time we get a bonus bail bond combo right next door. A pawn shop next door would also be a promising sign.
The clientele looked about as I expected and was hoping for. Some gentleman at a different table asked me about myself, since I very clearly didn’t fit in. He laughed out loud at my story about being from Iowa and trying repeatedly to find good barbecue, and failing repeatedly.
The food was everything I was hoping it would be.
The actually homemade barbeque sauce was incredible. I would 100% buy some if they sold it online, one of the best sauces I’ve ever had.
I ate way too much, and came out to 108 degrees.
The rest of the ride was very much a test of will. I was doing good with the hydrating, but still there’s only so much you can do aside from stopping frequently. I had booked a non refundable room on purpose, so I couldn’t take the cowards way out and stop early, since I’m too cheap to do that. Finally made it to Fredericksburg, TX and just sat down in the cold shower, which felt freaking amazing. I never entered that kind of hazy trance I entered last year in Utah, but I’ve got plenty of heat ahead of me.
The whole ride basically looked like this.
There’s this part of my grip that’s peeling, and it kept mildly stabbing me in the hand every time I’d forget about it. It started to drive me crazy at the end. Why can’t we just use actual metal? What is this?
Tomorrow is going to be fun, going to ride the twisted sisters, a famous twisty motorcycle loop, and then go down and visit Steve. Really hoping I don’t just pass out on his floor when I get there, the memes would live forever. Hopefully he has some electrical tape or something like that so I can at least stop cutting my hand on my handlebar.
Had a wonderful time with Steve. He taught me how to smoke a pipe, but after trying it I think I’ve accepted that I’m not attentive enough or patient enough to make it work. It kept going out, and when I made an effort to keep it lit I sort of burnt my mouth a little bit. Luckily he warned me about that and told me to just stop smoking it if I felt that kind of tingle starting.
I was too tired and too overheated to try using any of the things he lost in a boating accident. It was still great eating the amazing food and talking about all sorts of various things that I felt like he could help me learn about, such as where to buy certain spices, investing, and which goat has the… nevermind.
Once I left bright and early and got past Del Rio, it was like civilization disappeared. There was a sign warning you that the next gas station was 88 miles away, and the other cars all went other directions, so it was just me and the road. That whole stretch basically looked like this.
They had little picnic areas where you could pull off and sit in the shade, but there was no water or bathrooms, just a bench and a roof.
I saw a couple abandoned camper trailers along the road, which I assume were meth labs or just people who didn’t want to pay whatever it costs to throw one of those out, because how would anyone live in one of those? There’s no water or power, and you can’t survive in one of those without AC even with water.
Eventually I got to Marathon, topped off the tank, and forced myself to eat half a sandwich even though I still wasn’t hungry at like 1pm after waking up at 6am. The heat does that though. On the way to Big Bend the landscape got a bit more interesting, but was still kind of the same.
Once you cross into the park, the speed limit drops to 45mph, and then the heat really hit me without the wind to really blow away the heat from the bike’s engine. The park borders are gigantic, and I had about 50 miles worth of riding I had to do while basically just roasting myself in a natural convection oven. Once I just accepted it and reminded myself that it was what I was seeking out, I started to enjoy it a bit.
The park itself is pretty stupidly planned out. Who builds a national park road that has no shoulder to pull off onto? How do people stop and take pictures without just blocking everyone behind them? I got this picture at a little rest area type of thing, but there were some other pictures I would have liked to have taken, but couldn’t (safely).
I didn’t see any interesting animals or plants, but I also didn’t get off the bike to go hike anywhere. All the side roads that led to trails or viewpoints off of the main road were gravel, and I didn’t feel like dealing with that when the nearest tire service was probably 200+ miles away. I was planning to go back tomorrow, but now I’m just going to skip it, since it’s not bike compatible.
When I arrived to Lajitas, I got a little dizzy walking in to the hotel lobby, but other than that I feel great. I had already drank my 32 oz water bottle 3 times top to bottom by that point, so I’m not dehydrated, which is the most important thing. If you’re hot AND dehydrated, that’s when things get dangerous. Forcing the water down even if it’s warm water will fix most potential issues. Sun screen and will power fix the rest.
I’m doing the same thing I did last year where I stay at very cheap motels the whole trip, but this time I’m making a couple exceptions. One is at this place, the Lajitas Golf Resort, and the other will probably be at a hot spring of some kind once I get to Taos, NM and officially end the desert portion of the trip. This place in Lajitas is like its own little village with different restaurants, shops, and activities. I will not be doing any of the horseback riding or zip lining though. Instead I’m going to get an overpriced massage tomorrow, since my back is very sore, and maybe lounge at the pool while I drink some virgin pina coladas, if there’s a spot to sit in the shade. I wonder if they’d throw me out if I smoked a cigar? I’ll have to look around and see if there’s a spot tomorrow to get on the vherf.
@CalvinAndHobo dealing with that kind of heat, water doesn’t always do it. Add a little extra salt to your food or if you can stomach them and find them…salt tablets.
Sunrise was once again incredible.
The ride along the border from Lajitas to Presidio was as beautiful as everyone on the internet said it would be. The whole stretch looked like this. There’s no reason for anyone to be “in the area”, but if for some reason anyone is, make sure to detour down there.
I think someone somewhere left the fence open, or there’s a repair that needs to be made.
Maybe one of these guys dug a post up?
It was pretty interesting being able to just look across the semi dry Rio Grande riverbed and see towns in Mexico. I could have walked over to a few of them if I was willing to risk it, which obviously I didn’t do. Here’s one of them.
This was Presidio. Unlike a lot of these small desert towns, Presidio was bustling and had almost no abandoned buildings.
After that it was north to route 90 and west to El Paso. There’s a random Prada store on 90 in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea why, but I think it was some new age artist making some kind of statement? Or maybe a form of viral advertising?
Going into El Paso, I kind of had a visceral reaction. After being out in the open desert for days, it just sucked going into a city. People honking at each other, noise everywhere, chain restaurants left and right. I just hated everything about it, and I don’t think it’s good for people to live on top of each other like that, surrounded by steel, concrete, and advertisements. It’s great for corporate America of course, since almost no one owns anything, and almost no one can save up enough money to be able to own anything, so everyone is stuck in the cycle. I already knew I didn’t like cities, but I’d never had that kind of internal reaction to entering one before. I don’t know why I reacted like that. Maybe it was just days of open land spoiling me? Regardless, I’m getting my oil changed tomorrow, which is why I didn’t just detour around it like I’m doing everywhere else. Gunna play some poker for the rest of the night, and then get the hell out tomorrow.
Watch out for those javelinas, if there's enough of them they'll eat you.
WARNING: The above post may contain thoughts or ideas known to the State of Caliphornia to cause seething rage, confusion, distemper, nausea, perspiration, sphincter release, or cranial implosion to persons who implicitly trust only one news source, or find themselves at either the left or right political extreme. Proceed at your own risk.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Sat down with $200, left with $993. Low stakes poker isn’t too hard if you understand the math and have patience. It’s too hot to vherf here also though.
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@CalvinAndHobo , my go to resource when travelling out of state with a firearm is https://www.handgunlaw.us/ . I used to print out the documents for each state I would be travelling thru, and note which states had a Duty to Inform requirement. I've only once been pulled over while carrying, in SD, which doesn't have a Duty to Inform requirement, so I did not inform. My personal belief is, since I have no intention of shooting a police officer, or being shot by one, the firearm is a non-issue, and is best left out of the interaction. I have heard credible stories of people being disarmed by the officer, who may not be familiar with the particular firearm model. Not all police are "gun guys". Also, if being disarmed, the officer will most likely tell you not to touch the firearm, meaning he or she will be reaching into your concealment to take it from you. There is serious potential for mishaps during that procedure. I have also heard stories of the firearm being returned in a disassembled condition, while being told "Do not re-assemble this until I have left".
That being said, my plan is to inform the officer IF the situation leads to the officer asking me to step out of the vehicle. I do not want anyone to be surprised, which only leads to increased confrontation. I understand the situation is somewhat different on a motorcycle, but if the firearm is concealed well enough, the situation is similar. If asked to step off, most likely you will be frisked, so prior to stepping off, I would inform.
Just my $.02, along with the link to the resource. I believe there is also a handgunlaw.us app.
Stay safe, and thanks for the great pics, keep 'em coming.
Lost $200 at the poker table. I had a set and he had a flush draw that hit after we both went all in. Just how it goes sometimes. Had some crawfish etouffee that was pretty good, but nothing mind blowing. The gravy wasn’t as thick as it’s supposed to be.
Got a long ride through southern Texas tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep tonight, but at least I spent the whole day chugging water to get ready.
Condolences on your poker loss. I went all in with 4 kings once in Tunica, guy to my left had 4 aces.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
That’s my wtf, because it had to have been wtf for you when it happened.
Two thoughts, no three...
1) What's a set?
2) Calvin knows how the consistency of gravy in a crawfish etouffee should be?
3) Glad to see the young fella out having an adventure.
1) Three of a kind. I had 3 jacks when I lost.
2) I friggin looooove Cajun food. I can’t cook it at all, but I’ve tried and failed many times.
3) I wonder how old I have to become to not be the young fella? I don’t mind the monicker or anything, but I don’t feel like a youngster anymore. My back hurts.
Calvin, I think you'll always be a young fella to us old farts around here just like my kids who are now in their twenties and thirties will always be kids.
Well then let me just say, with all the irony in the world.
Happy birthday!
Obviously I knew this going in, and it was the whole point of this trip, but holy hell it’s hot down here. I learned today that deodorant can melt.
For lunch, when researching barbecue, there’s some things I look for. I don’t know if the people who actually live near good barbecue look for the same thing though, this is just my method. In terms of ambiance and location, this is what I’m looking for first.
We’ve got the strip mall location that’s clearly just the place with the cheapest rent, and some no frills signage. Not only that, but this time we get a bonus bail bond combo right next door. A pawn shop next door would also be a promising sign.
The clientele looked about as I expected and was hoping for. Some gentleman at a different table asked me about myself, since I very clearly didn’t fit in. He laughed out loud at my story about being from Iowa and trying repeatedly to find good barbecue, and failing repeatedly.
The food was everything I was hoping it would be.
The actually homemade barbeque sauce was incredible. I would 100% buy some if they sold it online, one of the best sauces I’ve ever had.
I ate way too much, and came out to 108 degrees.
The rest of the ride was very much a test of will. I was doing good with the hydrating, but still there’s only so much you can do aside from stopping frequently. I had booked a non refundable room on purpose, so I couldn’t take the cowards way out and stop early, since I’m too cheap to do that. Finally made it to Fredericksburg, TX and just sat down in the cold shower, which felt freaking amazing. I never entered that kind of hazy trance I entered last year in Utah, but I’ve got plenty of heat ahead of me.
The whole ride basically looked like this.
There’s this part of my grip that’s peeling, and it kept mildly stabbing me in the hand every time I’d forget about it. It started to drive me crazy at the end. Why can’t we just use actual metal? What is this?
Tomorrow is going to be fun, going to ride the twisted sisters, a famous twisty motorcycle loop, and then go down and visit Steve. Really hoping I don’t just pass out on his floor when I get there, the memes would live forever. Hopefully he has some electrical tape or something like that so I can at least stop cutting my hand on my handlebar.
I have green and orange Gatoraid ready!
ETA: Tape too!
All the best BBQ comes with sliced white bread. Arthur Bryant's etc.
Don't let the wife know what you spend on guns, ammo or cigars.
Don’t piss that **** off, he’ll spit at you.
MOW badge received.
I’ve got some decent sized bandaids 🫣
A good cigar and whiskey solve most problems.
Had a wonderful time with Steve. He taught me how to smoke a pipe, but after trying it I think I’ve accepted that I’m not attentive enough or patient enough to make it work. It kept going out, and when I made an effort to keep it lit I sort of burnt my mouth a little bit. Luckily he warned me about that and told me to just stop smoking it if I felt that kind of tingle starting.
I was too tired and too overheated to try using any of the things he lost in a boating accident. It was still great eating the amazing food and talking about all sorts of various things that I felt like he could help me learn about, such as where to buy certain spices, investing, and which goat has the… nevermind.
Once I left bright and early and got past Del Rio, it was like civilization disappeared. There was a sign warning you that the next gas station was 88 miles away, and the other cars all went other directions, so it was just me and the road. That whole stretch basically looked like this.
They had little picnic areas where you could pull off and sit in the shade, but there was no water or bathrooms, just a bench and a roof.
I saw a couple abandoned camper trailers along the road, which I assume were meth labs or just people who didn’t want to pay whatever it costs to throw one of those out, because how would anyone live in one of those? There’s no water or power, and you can’t survive in one of those without AC even with water.
Eventually I got to Marathon, topped off the tank, and forced myself to eat half a sandwich even though I still wasn’t hungry at like 1pm after waking up at 6am. The heat does that though. On the way to Big Bend the landscape got a bit more interesting, but was still kind of the same.
Once you cross into the park, the speed limit drops to 45mph, and then the heat really hit me without the wind to really blow away the heat from the bike’s engine. The park borders are gigantic, and I had about 50 miles worth of riding I had to do while basically just roasting myself in a natural convection oven. Once I just accepted it and reminded myself that it was what I was seeking out, I started to enjoy it a bit.
The park itself is pretty stupidly planned out. Who builds a national park road that has no shoulder to pull off onto? How do people stop and take pictures without just blocking everyone behind them? I got this picture at a little rest area type of thing, but there were some other pictures I would have liked to have taken, but couldn’t (safely).
I didn’t see any interesting animals or plants, but I also didn’t get off the bike to go hike anywhere. All the side roads that led to trails or viewpoints off of the main road were gravel, and I didn’t feel like dealing with that when the nearest tire service was probably 200+ miles away. I was planning to go back tomorrow, but now I’m just going to skip it, since it’s not bike compatible.
When I arrived to Lajitas, I got a little dizzy walking in to the hotel lobby, but other than that I feel great. I had already drank my 32 oz water bottle 3 times top to bottom by that point, so I’m not dehydrated, which is the most important thing. If you’re hot AND dehydrated, that’s when things get dangerous. Forcing the water down even if it’s warm water will fix most potential issues. Sun screen and will power fix the rest.
I’m doing the same thing I did last year where I stay at very cheap motels the whole trip, but this time I’m making a couple exceptions. One is at this place, the Lajitas Golf Resort, and the other will probably be at a hot spring of some kind once I get to Taos, NM and officially end the desert portion of the trip. This place in Lajitas is like its own little village with different restaurants, shops, and activities. I will not be doing any of the horseback riding or zip lining though. Instead I’m going to get an overpriced massage tomorrow, since my back is very sore, and maybe lounge at the pool while I drink some virgin pina coladas, if there’s a spot to sit in the shade. I wonder if they’d throw me out if I smoked a cigar? I’ll have to look around and see if there’s a spot tomorrow to get on the vherf.
Enjoyed the visit Calvin...always welcome here!
@CalvinAndHobo dealing with that kind of heat, water doesn’t always do it. Add a little extra salt to your food or if you can stomach them and find them…salt tablets.
Desert sunrises are unbeatable.
No doubt. It's just too bad they have to happen so early in the day.
Sunrise was once again incredible.
The ride along the border from Lajitas to Presidio was as beautiful as everyone on the internet said it would be. The whole stretch looked like this. There’s no reason for anyone to be “in the area”, but if for some reason anyone is, make sure to detour down there.
I think someone somewhere left the fence open, or there’s a repair that needs to be made.
Maybe one of these guys dug a post up?
It was pretty interesting being able to just look across the semi dry Rio Grande riverbed and see towns in Mexico. I could have walked over to a few of them if I was willing to risk it, which obviously I didn’t do. Here’s one of them.
This was Presidio. Unlike a lot of these small desert towns, Presidio was bustling and had almost no abandoned buildings.
After that it was north to route 90 and west to El Paso. There’s a random Prada store on 90 in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea why, but I think it was some new age artist making some kind of statement? Or maybe a form of viral advertising?
Going into El Paso, I kind of had a visceral reaction. After being out in the open desert for days, it just sucked going into a city. People honking at each other, noise everywhere, chain restaurants left and right. I just hated everything about it, and I don’t think it’s good for people to live on top of each other like that, surrounded by steel, concrete, and advertisements. It’s great for corporate America of course, since almost no one owns anything, and almost no one can save up enough money to be able to own anything, so everyone is stuck in the cycle. I already knew I didn’t like cities, but I’d never had that kind of internal reaction to entering one before. I don’t know why I reacted like that. Maybe it was just days of open land spoiling me? Regardless, I’m getting my oil changed tomorrow, which is why I didn’t just detour around it like I’m doing everywhere else. Gunna play some poker for the rest of the night, and then get the hell out tomorrow.
Save your money, Calvin. vHerf!
I know, You're a big dog and I'm on the list.
Let's eat, GrandMa. / Let's eat GrandMa. -- Punctuation saves lives
It'll be fine once the swelling goes down.
Watch out for those javelinas, if there's enough of them they'll eat you.
"If you do not read the newspapers you're uninformed. If you do read the newspapers, you're misinformed." -- Mark Twain
Sat down with $200, left with $993. Low stakes poker isn’t too hard if you understand the math and have patience. It’s too hot to vherf here also though.
I don't see horseshoes on them. Those look wild.
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
That’s pretty cool!
It varies by state, but in Nevada if you manage to wrangle them you are allowed to keep them.
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
This will probably be a mistake later this afternoon, but I can’t resist.
No way that's a mistake...